Hey :D This is my first story on here, so please be nice! This is going to be a really good story with some amazing moments. Please review!

CHAPTER ONE

It was cold. The kind of bitter cold that pierced your skin like daggers, slicing through every ounce of heat in your body. In Logan's opinion, it was far too dangerous to be outside in these conditions, but he had to do what he had to do.

See Kendall.

He was perhaps the most beautiful creature that ever walked the earth; which such a beautiful appearance it could turn the Greek Gods to stone! He was envied by every teenage guy at Rutheridge High, except for me. No, Logan didn't want to be him. Logan wanted to be with him. It wasn't uncommon for his cheap school bus to not work, so he generally stayed around after school and sat in the stadium-thinking about nothing particularly. That's when he first saw him.

Don't get him wrong, he understands that it's totally cliche for him, the only openly gay kid at our school, to have a crush on the straightest jock ever, but still, he could dream. Kendall played football, and he wasn't a major player on the team like quarterback but he was still the most wanted person at our school. Well, aside from Jennifer, the school's head cheerleader. Let's just avoid her as much as possible.

Logan was only 17. He stood only 5"7, weighed only 120lbs even, and wasn't much special as far as appearances go. Sure, he was attractive in a few ways but he was certainly no Kendall. Besides, Kendall had graceful brown hair and a muscularly toned body, meanwhile Logan had ruffled black hair and a thin aspect to him.

"Ouch," Logan said, as he was pushed forward, sliding off of the row of metal seats and plopping in between the near two. He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize the group of students climbing behind me.

"Hey fag," the tallest one yelled. His name was Bruce, and yes, he was as much of an idiot as he sounds. Generally, these comments would offend anyone. But he had grown so used to them that he just let them roll off of him easily."I'd like to sit there."

"Fine...," Logan huffed, throwing his bag over his shoulder and grabbing a handful of textbooks.

"Woah, woah, woah now," another guy began. "We shouldn't make you carry your shit all the at down these stairs. Let us help you out." They each grabbed something of his and threw it over the back end of the stands. His heart sank as did his books, only the books were literal. The cold snow of winter has thawed, creating mud pits everywhere. Honestly, he was just lucky they chose to throw his school stuff and not him.

"Aww, I'm sorry queer. You can get that, right?" Bruce said as he lit his cigarette. He eyed the boy before turning around and unwillingly forcing his unwilling legs to walk down. No Kendall for me today,he thought sorrowly.

The only bad thing about mud is that it stains exceptionally well. Logan's backpack was spared to a certain extent as were his textbooks. All except for the folder of sheet music. Yep, you guessed it; Logan could write songs, or really, they wrote themselves. It took him years but he's played piano ever since he was five so writing came naturally to him. Unfortunately, it was also a weakness.

He never could share any of them because anyone who heard any of his love songs would know they were about a guy and instantaneously shun them, so he harbored them as if they were a fugitive. No one ever got to see them or more importantly hear them. Just then, his phone vibrated violently in his pocket.

New Text

From: Dr. Matthews

Message: Hey Logan, I left the auditorium unlocked for you. Just be sure to lock up when your done. Thanks-

Mr. Matthews was the school therapist. He was forced to council him when he first came out of the closet in ninth grade. Now it was his junior year and he was still stuck in the same position. Although, Mr. Matthews did have one great thing about him: he was very understanding. He's been leaving the auditorium door open now for the last year, just so Logan could go inside and play the grand piano that rest on the stage. Sometimes, (as in every time he played) he dreamed of playing my melodies for the whole world. Anything felt possible on that stage.

To: Mr. Matthews

Message: K thanks. I encountered some ppl but I'll tell you later.

He almost instantly responded.

From: Mr. Matthews

Message: R u okay? Do you need anything?

To: Mr. Matthews

Message: No sir, just dealing with it on my own.

And with that, they left the conversation hanging in the air. He finally finished wiping the mud off of his hands and onto the grass when the coach's whistle blew. His hair now clung to his forehead as if it was somehow trying to stay warm. Logan's head jerked around, trying to catch the slightest glimpse of his Ken doll. Sometimes it felt as if Kendall was his drug, and he could never get enough.

Dozens of feet trampled through the grass as the football players ran out of the gym and onto the field. His eyes darted around, trying to find him, but after searching the whole team through Kendall was no where to be found. A disappointed Logan sighed heavilly.

"Time to go and bury myself into 88 keys," he mumbled silently to himself, walking off in the direction of Rutheridge.

Upon entering the auditorium, you find it is an almost magical place. Rows of red velvet-covered chairs flowed down before finally reaching the delicate wooden stage. The stage was framed out by large and ominous curtains, and was centered by a large black grand piano. Logan knew the few light switches which controlled the main lights and he turned them each down, leaving the stage's pit-lights on as well as a few overheads that hung over the beautiful instrument.

Meanwhile, upstairs in one of the Geometry classrooms, sat Kendall Knight. Tutoring, he thought to himself. I'm missing football practice because I have to get tutored. Whoever the fuck created Geometry needs to be shot in a bad way.

The teacher, Mrs. Bartney, had a scornful look about her and a monotonous voice to match. With every sentence she said, Kendall found himself growing more and more sleepy before his hour was finally finished. Thank God!

"Oh, Mr. Knight!" Mrs. Bartney called in her fake-happy voice. "You're Geo Midterm Test is next Friday. I trust you'll be prepared and ready by then?"

"Yes ma'am," he mumbled as he half-ran out of the room, his long legs giving him enough strength to get down the back stairwell in no time, even while carrying his backpack. His thoughts were elsewhere, nowhere to be exact. Only, a few things often did cross his mind.

For years now he knew he was different, only he never could accept it. In all actuality, he didn't know if he liked girls or guys or both or maybe neither! All he knew was that he was confused. Kendall could think of a guy sexually or romantically and be instantly pulled to the idea. While thinking of a girl romantically just didn't fit well with him, and thinking of a girl sexually almost repulsed him.

But the time for confused sexualities wasn't right now. No, now he had to get to practice before Coach Briggs skinned him alive. As he crossed the cafeteria he heard a faint melody. No one was in the building this late after school. Then, the music grew louder and drew Kendall to it. He soon found the source of the playing.

Logan sat at the piano, allowing his fingers to dance across the keys. Notes flew out of the instrument, weaving beautiful sounds as they flew through the air. The music was so beautiful that anyone who had heard it could easily say it was one of the most gorgeous things to exist on the earth. Kendall leaned in the blackened audience and sat down near the back, gently shutting the door behind him.

Kendall listened intently to the pattern being made, and he swayed in his mind alongside it. Sadness crept over him when he learned that no one was playing anymore; the song was over. He threw himself up and cheered as loud as possible, clapping his hands so hard he was sure they would bruise. Logan jumped in a panic.

"W-Who's there?" Logan stuttered in fear. No one was meant to hear him and he didn't even realize that someone had followed him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said as he stepped down the carpeted isle to where the light half-shone on his face.

"You shouldn't interrupt someone when they are playing something privately," Logan snapped at him. He immediately felt bad for the remark.

"Okay then, I'll just-"

"No, no, no I'm sorry. I just didn't know anyone was listening. Usually people don't hear my music. I'm sorry, who are you? I can't see your face."

Kendall stepped forward. "It's me, Kendall. I'm in your English Lit class, remember?"

Logan's heart almost stopped right there in his chest. Here he was, playing his heart and soul on the piano, and the guy of his dreams just walks in? This was too good to be true.

"Wait, did you say you 'my music'? You wrote that?" Kendall inquired, stepping up the stairs to the far left of the stage. Logan nodded slowly, shaking from nervousness. His hands trembled as he shifted around the splotched sheet music. Kendall smiled, strolled over and sat next to him on the bench. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Logan. I'm Logan Henderson," he said, knowing the impact it would have. He looked over at the taller boy sitting next to him and saw that his gaze had yet to move.

"Oh, you're Logan. I've, um, heard about you... Er, um, wait I didn't mean it like that!"

Logan chuckled softly at the taller boy's awkwardness. "It's okay, I know what you mean. Yeah, I'm the 'gay kid' who for some reason everyone thinks is going to rape every walking creature with a penis." He slammed his sheet music down and, in the process, slammed his fingers closed under the piano's lid. A sharp cry of pain erupted from him.

"Ow! Ow! Ow, ow, ow!" He shook his hand, trying to stop the pain. Kendall on the other hand emerged in a loud laugh. "It's not funny! That really hurt."

"Here," Kendall said, sighing contently to himself before he grabbed Logan's hand and gently rubbed it. Logan was on Cloud 9. "Feel better?" His puppy dog face was adorable, and his bushy eyebrows moved in a concerned manner.

"Go ahead, laugh at me now. The fag is also a klutz too," he began. They both paused for a moment and then began to laugh. For some reason unknown to the both, they each felt a different emotion. Logan felt nervous and anxious, while Kendall felt comfortable—an emotion he hasn't felt in a while.

"Hey now, you're a klutz and I'm an idiot. I can't pass math this year! Anyways, that's not what I'm laughing at Logan. I'm laughing at the fact that you think everyone else thinks of you as some weird creepy guy. Sure, you're gay, but your not a rapist. I know I just officially met you and all, but I'm pretty sure no one who plays that well could ever be anything but a good person."

And with that, Kendall stood up, grabbed his backpack, and walked off of the stage. Logan's mouth was wide open and his mind was still in shock from the entire situation. Kendall stopped and turned around right as he reached the door.

"And also!" he hollered, "if you're tired of people calling you 'the gay kid' maybe you should become something new."

"And if you want to pass Geometry, maybe you should stop snooping around the school and causing people to break their hands!"

Kendall chuckled and smiled a toothy smile that reflected even the tiniest bit of light. "See you later Logan."

Become something new...that's exactly what I plan on doing, Logan smiled, thinking happy thoughts to himself.